Author's note: Finally, we have reached that big turning point of the story, and all I can say is I am sorry .
Castiel had no idea when he dozed off, startling awake at the sound of a knock on the door. The ridiculous notion to protect his omega made him jump and rush to the door, only realizing he broke contact after he already swung the damn thing open. "I got soup!" Garth, the guard chimed, a wide yet soft smile on his face. Castiel nodded, reaching out to take the cart, and Garth just let go without a word. The kind smile lingered as Castiel expressed his gratitude with a simple "Thank you.", before he shut the door.
Looking back at Dean, Castiel could see he was stirring, his breath coming out in shorter and shorter spurs with every passing second. It was as if his body was falling back into a state of panic without his touch, so the alpha hurried to bring everything on the nightstand before plopping back down on the ground next to the bed. Soft sad hums fell from the omega's lips while his lower lip slowly began to tremble. Carefully, Castiel snaked his hand under the duvet, his fingers spreading wide on Dean's shoulder blade before his palm pressed down on the omega's cold skin.
More. He should definitely do more.
Castiel allowed Dean to calm a bit before he started moving around again, setting up to feed him some clear chicken soup, mild and just warm enough to help. The spoon took one flight from the bowl on the nightstand to the omega's mouth and immediately Castiel noticed his error, having more soup land on the sheets then in the omega's mouth. Not wanting to let go of Dean to hold the bowl, Castiel had no option but to place the dish on the bed itself. It worked fine for a few scoops until Castiel accidentally bumped the bowl, spilling half of what remained down the bed and into his lap. Castiel sighed and reached to take the second bowl, ignoring the wetness around his crotch area. It was not of any import, Dean's wellbeing took precedence over a mild inconvenience.
The rest of the day dragged on. Castiel finished feeding Dean and wiped his face clean with a napkin, then simply observed him breathe for a while, just staring at the gorgeous creature before him. Even like this, he was absolutely stunning, and Castiel felt a deep ache in his chest at the sight of the beautiful omega in pain. If there was a magic way to take the hurt away, Castiel would do it, in an instant, no matter the consequences. If he could, he would take on Dean's pain and double, just to know the omega would be well and safe.
Over time, Castiel had come to realize his growing feelings for the man hidden in his room, but as they grew so did the knowledge that there could never be anything between them. Not for the lack of desire on Castiel's part, no, it had nothing to do with his inclination or even his royal status, away with the nettlesome norms. Castiel wouldn't give up the crown for Dean, knowing that the entire country depended on the changes he was going to make once he was the one on the throne, but he would take the omega as his equal, regardless of what anyone had to say about it. He would shower him with love and care, show him utter devotion and appreciation, if only he could.
But Dean would never accept it, never accept him as he wore the face of his tormentor. Even if he knew with complete certainty that Castiel was not James, he would constantly be reminded of his torture, always fearful that Castiel would harm him, even subconsciously. It might not be something he could control, his mind would tell him one thing, his body another, bringing him more pain. Castiel couldn't allow this. No, he had to find a way to set Dean free, that would be the only way he could be sure Dean would be happy eventually. Away from this wretched palace, away from these intrigues of high society and… away from him.
It wouldn't matter. He didn't matter.
However, before he could even begin to work on saving Dean, he needed to help him heal, help him go through this, rid his body of all the toxins that were wreaking havoc through his system. So far, Dean was able to sweat some of it out, but he still hadn't regained consciousness and Castiel really didn't know if that was normal or not. His skin was still cold, but as long as Castiel held his hand on his shoulders, the shaking was really reduced and the omega seemed to be resting somewhat peacefully. Perhaps that is all he needed, some rest, to let his body work through it.
Castiel was so deep in thought, he missed the knock on the door until whoever was on the other side knocked again louder. He knew he shouldn't allow entrance to anyone, not just because it would spread the well kept secret of a hidden omega in the prince's chambers, but because anyone knowing Dean existed might wish him harm in some way, but he just couldn't let go. He couldn't remove his hand from Dean's shoulder and risk causing him more pain, risk taking away one of the things that were seemingly helping him. So he took a deep breath, let it out and called out "Come in."
Relief flooded him as the tall dark haired alpha slowly peeked around the door, Michael's warm gaze slightly concerned and curious as it fell upon Castiel. He raised a questioning brow and only after Castiel nodded, did Michael push the door open and rolled in another food cart. Without a word he collected the empty plates and dishes, remains of breakfast and lunch and piled it on the old cart, then pushed it out the door. Giving a small, comforting smile, his eyes slipped from Castiel to the omega on the bed.
"No change?" Michael asked, and Castiel shook his head, wondering if the elder alpha would think it was inappropriate that he had his hand under the duvet. As if he could hear his doubts, a small smile curled Michael's lips for a fraction of a second. "Your touch soothes him. That is good. It should help him recover faster." Michael said, still lingering by the door.
"I am worried, he hasn't woken once since last night." Castiel said. Michael nodded, his expression contemplative before he gave an answer.
"It is normal, the first 24 hours is all about gathering strength and fighting the toxins in his body. But I do suspect he could wake soon." He said, then paused, the same unease enveloping his face again. It wasn't until after he spoke again that Castiel understood that the concern was directed at him. "You need to brace yourself that he might not recognize you, that he might see prince James when he wakes up. He might start to panic, but you need to talk him down, not touch him, not corner him… I know… I know it would be hard, but I have faith you can…" Michael trailed off, but nevertheless, Castiel knew what the alpha wanted to say.
Whether he could see it, or sense it, Michael was aware of Castiel's emotions towards the omega. And if things were different, he probably would have shown his support too, but just like Castiel, Michael too knew Dean could never be happy here.
"Have you eaten at all?" There was worry and reprimand in his voice, so Castiel took a piece of now extremely dried toast that was originally intended for Dean's breakfast and shoved it in his mouth. Michael actually huffed, amused, before he took a tray off the cart and handed it to Castiel.
"I brought more soup for Dean, I suppose that is the easiest for him right now. I also have some more pastries, cheese and olives. Please, make sure you take at least one of each, you won't be any good to him if you get sick too. And here… Water and sugared mint tea." Michael said. "I'll leave you to it now, don't hesitate to call Benjamin or Gartholomew to assist, or to fetch whatever you need." With those words, Michael made it clear that the two guards can be trusted, even if they might not know the whole story.
Castiel fed Dean some soup, then forced himself to take a bite or two as well, surprised by the interesting taste the olives left on his pallet. Dousing it with some water, Castiel finished the grand meal, then ripped himself away from Dean for a quick wash up and relief. He never really liked this particular physiological need, finding the act of urination a constant annoyance. Especially now, that he had to remove his hand from the omega and cause him discomfort.
Just as he thought, without his warm touch, the omega started shivering again, so Castiel hastily repositioned himself on the floor and returned his hand on Dean's shoulder. It drew a small smile on Castiel's face, the way the omega let out a content sigh, but mere minutes later, he started shivering again. A small bubble of panic began to grow deep inside Castiel's gut as he tried to press his palm harder into Dean's skin, spreading his fingers wider, minding the amount of pressure so as not to cause harm. When it didn't work, Castiel tried rubbing in small circles and Dean stopped the shivering for a minute or so before picking up again, this time accompanied by small wailing sounds that cut straight through Castiel's core. It seemed that it wasn't enough.
As a last resort, Castiel lowered his hand further down Dean's back, placing the other hand where the first one was, hoping it would be enough warmth to soothe him. If it didn't work, he would have to call out to the guards, tell them to fetch Michael, because he was the only one Castiel trusted that had any medical knowledge. But what if Michael told him Dean needed more heat, specifically - body heat? What if Michael told him that he had to lay in the bed with the omega and hold him close, envelop him with his body and keep him warm?
Castiel could feel his cheeks and ears heat up at the thought, if he was perfectly honest, he would have liked to embrace his omega, he would really like that, but it wasn't appropriate, no, and what would Dean think? The poor tormented creature would be terrified to find himself in Castiel's arms, and no, Castiel could not do that to him. Dean had been through enough.
Fortunately, Dean calmed after Castiel added a second hand, so Castiel remained as such, his arms stretched across the bed while he remained on the floor. Hours passed, Castiel starting to feel the strain of the uncomfortable position, but he wouldn't relent. Whatever Dean needed, Castiel would provide. Lastly, the alpha's thoughts became hazy as his eyes began to droop, sleep and darkness taking over, his body too tired from the lack of a proper rest for over two days.
Castiel was afloat in the darkness, when his consciousness started tugging at him to wake, as if something was happening out there that needed his attention. He could feel the rumbling grunt in his throat as he tried to force himself to wake up and open his eyes to the moonlight illuminated room.
Green. Green as a soft leaf of his favourite cherry tree. Even the air around him smelled like cherry blossoms, pulling Castiel back into the memory of his incarceration. But no, no… He wasn't there anymore, no… Castiel pushed back, forcing his mind to wake fully, because no, he wasn't in the dungeons no more, he was…
Green. Green as the long fields of grass he remembered from when he was but a child. But no, that wasn't grass that was staring back at him. Yet those eyes were just as soft and kind, simply observing him from across the bed.
Suddenly, the realization of his current position struck him as he became fully awake, and Castiel hastily withdrew his hands, terrified of what the omega might think. But Dean, he started whining softly again, and Castiel hushed him, telling him it would be okay. Yet Dean didn't stop, his dry lips parting and closing again, so Castiel poured some sweet mint tea from the teapot and reached to give to Dean.
"Come on, Dean, drink up…" but Dean didn't move, his eyes screwed shut as he kept crying. "Please, Dean… It's… It's just tea, I promise. It will make you feel better, please." Dean's eyes slowly opened as his shivers intensified, his breaths coming out in short little spurs. Their gazes locked, the omega's eyes searching for something, something Castiel knew, but dared not think. It seemed like eternity, each passing moment of judgement creating a bigger ache in his chest, but it was only after half a minute that Dean gave a small nod, accepting the offered drink.
"There we go…" Castiel said as he poured sip by sip into the omega's mouth, his fingers curling around the man's chin, same as before. It was only after he fed him the entire cup did the alpha realize what he was doing, but Dean didn't seem to mind, so Castiel didn't show it affected him in any way. The omega let out a few sounds with his lips smacking together as his thirst was quenched, then let out a small hum before nuzzling back into the pillow, the tiniest smile ghosting over his cherry lips.
Castiel repositioned himself back on the floor, his hand eventually going back on Dean's shoulder as the shivers began again and with hope that Dean was healing, getting better, Castiel dozed off again.
Green. Those gorgeous emerald green eyes will be the death of him one day. Castiel was startled to full awareness at the sight of that intense gaze, but paused at the small smile on those plump lips. It wasn't just a trick of the light caused by the rising dawn, was it? Dean was looking at him with a soft, kind gaze and a warm little smile, wasn't he? Was Castiel dreaming?
"Mor…" Dean attempted to greet, the words catching in his raw throat. He let out a small grunt, briefly closing his eyes at the discomfort, then looked back at the alpha, giving him a lopsided smile. Castiel just stared at him, dumbfounded. Why would Dean smile? Why would he smile at him?
"Cas…" the omega tried to speak his name, only able to produce the first three letters, and Castiel found it… Endearing.
"Can I… Water? Please?" Dean's voice was hoarse as he asked, making Castiel snap out of his thoughts and he rushed to comply. He helped Dean take several sips before the omega nodded that it was enough, but when they settled back, Castiel's hand instinctively went for Dean's shoulder, then paused mid way as the alpha suddenly realized his touch might not be welcome while the omega was awake.
But when Castiel removed his hand, the duvet slipped, exposing Dean's shoulder, the one which he now rolled a bit, as if he missed the touch, then glanced at it and at Castiel, his vibrant eyes so soft and kind. "Please." Dean said and how could Castiel deny him anything when he deserved everything he wished for? The alpha set his hand back on the shoulder blade and Dean let out a content sigh, his eyes dropping closed in delight.
"I'm sorry." The words slipped from Castiel's lips before he could stop and really consider what he wanted to say, when every word seemed too little. Suddenly he could feel bile rising up this throat, choking him, the sorrow enveloping him and he just had to look away, feeling unworthy of the kindness in that green gaze.
"I know." The omega whispered. "He… He had doubts that you were still following the plan, so he came without telling you, hoping to trick you, hoping my heat would…" Dean trailed off, for a moment seeming insecure and shy as his eyes skipped down to the mattress. "He told me so."
"He hit you." Castiel noted with regret.
"Only because I spoke back to him." Dean said and lifted his eyes to meet Castiel's questioning gaze. "He found me on the bed, and he was mad about it, so he tried to drag me out, but I told him you wanted me there, that you… ordered me to remain there. He was angry that I dared to counter him."
"Oh, Dean… I'm so sorry, that shouldn't have happened, I should have…" Castiel tried, but Dean shook his head.
"Not your fault, they always planned on doing this. I know, I overheard them." Dean's voice was so small as he said it, making Castiel feel even more guilty.
"No, Dean. I should have stopped this whole charade. I don't care about any of this, I don't care what my father might say, I don't give a damn about their plans. I should have protected you, you don't deserve this. That's why after you heal, I will find a way to get you out of here." Castiel said and Dean's eyes went wide as he stared back at Castiel, shock evident in his expression. The omega remained quiet for a few moments as Castiel's words sunk in then drew in a sharp breath.
"No, you can't… You can't, they'll…"
"They won't do anything, I won't let them. The Cardinal is dead, he was hanged because of what he did to you, and the king… I don't care. I can always tell him I'll find another male omega to bear a child, then prolong it all until he dies. He doesn't have much time, so it won't matter… As long as you're safe, it won't matter." Castiel said, his every word bursting with honesty and need to be understood, to be believed.
"You… That can't…" Dean tried, trailing off and looking away as he contemplated Castiel's words. But then those eyes snapped back at the alpha, some sort of realization making those beautiful eyes widen yet again. "You… You don't know."
"Know what?" Castiel asked, but the omega looked away again, thinking, his eyes darting left and right as he was processing everything. It was clear that Dean knew something, perhaps even the reason why it had to be him to bear the heir, what was so special about him, but before Castiel could press for more answers, a knock startled them both. Castiel felt his palm prickle from the lack of contact as he stood up to open the door, not wanting whoever was on the other side to enter, be it Gartholomew, Michael or anyone else.
There was still shame in Benjamin's eyes as they dared not look up at the prince while the alpha stood idly in front of the door, a breakfast cart in front of him. "Thank you, Benjamin." Castiel said as he pulled the cart in, then pushed the previous one out. The guard seemed startled by the kind words and the soft tone, but only nodded politely and left, pushing the cart down the corridor. Gartholomew stood opposite the door, giving Castiel one big smile in greeting, and the prince nodded.
Dean was still curled up on the bed under the blanket and the duvet, but his eyes sought out the rolling cart, then blushed beet red as his stomach gave a low rumble. Castiel offered a sympathetic smile as he sat back down on the ground, the whole cart pushed to the bed.
There was still some discomfort written on Dean's face, by the looks of it, he was experiencing cramps, as his arms curled around his stomach and he let out a few little grunts. His breathing was constricted for a few minutes, but then he seemed to relax, yet Castiel didn't want to add more to his discomfort. He picked up a bowl with some oatmeal, picked up a spoon and brought it to Dean's mouth. The omega seemed to want to protest, but it only lasted for a moment before Dean relented and parted his lips to allow the alpha to feed him.
The rest of the morning was spent in silence as Castiel helped Dean out of the bed, helped him relieve himself and helped him clean up using a washcloth and warm water Gartholomew was kind enough to bring. Noticing Dean's shyness and nervousness regarding his naked body, Castiel gave him one of his own undergarments, making the omega blush even further.
It took him a moment, but once he saw Dean put them on, he understood why the omega reacted as he did, and Castiel blushed too. He wouldn't dare to admit even to himself that he liked seeing the omega in his clothes, yet the sight made his inner alpha purr like an oversized kitten.
The rest of the day they spent in pretty much the same position, Dean lying on the bed and Castiel on the floor by the bed, reading to him. The books he had were all short romance novels, the main character always a very promiscuous alpha that had millions of omega girls flirting with him, and in the end he chose one and they lived happily ever after. Castiel cringed at them, pushing through each book as fast as he could. But Dean seemed to enjoy them, so Castiel kept reading.
Night came, and along with it, Dean's shivers returned, but at least the omega was conscious this time. Castiel urged him to speak, to tell him what he needed, that the alpha would do anything to soothe the aches and help him, but he feared his offers would go unanswered as Dean still didn't trust him. It turned out, the omega was simply embarrassed to ask, closing his eyes in shame and running so red in the face as he asked "Could you… Touch me?"
Castiel's mind went blank at the request, unable to even imagine what that might look like, and he dispersed all the thoughts before they even came alive. Dean did not mean it like that. Castiel reached, snaking his hand under the duvet yet again and setting it on Dean's shoulder. The omega hummed in appreciation but his shivers didn't stop.
"Could you… Please… Um…" Dean tried, biting his lower lip and not meeting Castiel's gaze.
"Whatever you need, Dean, just say."
"L… Lower?" The omega said, and Castiel frowned, for a second not understanding what Dean meant. The omega rolled his shoulder, shrugging Castiel's hand and the alpha let out a small gasp of realization.
"Of course." He said, clearing his throat, then let his hand slide down to the omega's waist, just above his hip. Dean hummed again and slowly rolled on his stomach, so Castiel's hand slipped to his lower back. As he felt the alpha's warm palm pressed on his skin, the omega outright moaned and completely relaxed, falling into slumber within a few minutes.
They spent the next day in a similar fashion, either in silence or with Castiel's deep voice filling the room with stories. This time he chose to tell Dean some stories he remembered from his childhood, stories of beautiful omegas finding their prince charming and living happily ever after, but not in such a stereotypical way. These omegas were strong, not relenting when faced with a challenge, courageous and sometimes stubborn.
Dean smiled all through the story of an omega princess who disguised herself as a warrior and entered a competition, a series of challenges the king and the queen prepared for the princess's possible suitors. With her face hidden under a helmet and her scent masked by the clothes she stole from one of her guards, she battled each and every opponent until she came up against the last one - an alpha who was forced into the competition, to earn his kingdom a piece of new land with the princess's hand, or die a horrible death if he refused. Castiel didn't remember the details of his backstory well, but it was of no import as the alpha and the omega battled each other, the alpha managing to get a whiff of her natural scent. His inner alpha immediately recognized its truemate, and he made one wrong move, causing the omega to drive her sword through his shoulder. She won, revealing herself as the princess, making a mockery of the throne, the king and the whole kingdom. Her father punished her, making her take care of the alpha she wounded, telling her that if he died, so would she, but if she managed to keep him alive, managed to nurse him back to health, that the king would give her to the alpha, to do as he pleased. Naturally, the story had a happy ending, and Castiel couldn't help but note that he wished real life was more like the stories he listened to as a child.
"Tell me another story." Dean pleaded as they settled down after dinner, the omega sprawled on his stomach, Castiel's hand on his lower back once again.
"Aren't you tired of listening to these fantasies?"
"No…" Dean said, his lips forming a small, extremely adorable pout. He was generally feeling better today, hopefully he would be well enough for Castiel to attempt to move him from the palace and into the musketeers safe house, the same one they used when they set him free. But before that, he had to find a permanent safe place, somewhere where none of the king's people could ever find him.
"I like the sound of your voice." Dean added, completely confusing Castiel and disrupting his train of thought. The omega blushed after the statement and hid his head in the pillow, and Castiel just blinked, trying to comprehend what it meant. Deciding that it was probably just soothing for the omega, reminding him perhaps of his father's tone or a similar affair, Castiel let it go, opting instead to refocus on his previous thoughts.
"I told you all the stories I know, all the stories Anna told me when I was a child. I told you all about my childhood and I have no more stories to tell. Perhaps you have some to share?" Castiel prompted, hoping to learn more about his past and learn if he had someone out there willing to take him in.
"I might have a story…" Dean replied after a few moments of pondering Castiel's question and then told Castiel this heartwarming story about an omega who ran away from an abusive father and met an alpha in the woods as she was running away. He was there in the middle of the hunt, but he dropped everything to take care of her, bringing her to a castle where he lived. It turned out he was a king and he took her as his queen and they lived happily ever after. "The king even found her father and rubbed it in. Showed him that he was a better alpha." Dean sounded pleased and seeing him like this made something swell in Castiel's chest.
What would Dean look like happy?
For only a moment Castiel allowed himself to imagine that before guilt befell upon him, making it harder to breathe. He had to get Dean out of here.
"Dean?" Castiel called out, gathering the omega's attention. "Do you… If I could get you out of here... Do you have someplace you would be safe, someone to keep you safe, to take care of you?" Dean paused, the smile falling from his face as he studied Castiel's serious expression. His lips parted a few times as if he was trying to say something, but thought better of it, until finally, he responded.
"A brother. If you could find a way to get to him, he would come for me. He would take me home." He said, his eyes searching Castiel's expression as if he was waiting for a reaction, or more correctly, a negative reaction. It confused Castiel, saddened him even, hadn't he shown Dean that he wanted him safe? Before Castiel could make any form of a reply, Dean huffed, letting his eyes close as he shook his head.
"You really don't know, do you?" There was a barest hint of disbelief, gone as the omega's eyes softened at Castiel's confused, yet curious gaze.
"Know what?"
Suddenly, the doors of Castiel's chambers burst open as two figures stumbled in, one struggling against the other. Castiel jumped to his feet, immediately recognizing them both. He would think none could match the strength of his guard Benjamin, but the tall alpha currently holding a knife to his throat while containing him in a chokehold defied that fact despite being slightly thinner.
As he stumbled in, Lord Samuel Campbell's eyes fell upon the bed first, and he might have caught a glimpse of their awkward position, but it was irrelevant as Castiel stepped forth, growling, taking a stance and blocking Samuel's view of his omega.
"Back off. Back the fuck off, or I will slit his throat and then you're next!" Lord Samuel screamed, but it only made Castiel roar louder. He made eye contact with his guard whose eyes told him he was okay to die, but Castiel shook his head. Where was Gartholomew?
"I only came for Dean, nobody has to die tonight!" The tall alpha yelled, and Castiel could sense movement behind him as his omega slowly rose. No, he couldn't let this happen, he wouldn't allow for Dean to be hurt in any way, never again!
Castiel made eye contact with Benjamin yet again, then cast his eyes down, and thanked the Lord his guard understood. Benjamin slammed his foot down on Lord Samuel's and took the distracting moment to break free of the chokehold. Before he could turn his attack back on Samuel, Castiel lurched forth, growling, his fist flying straight into the tall alpha's face. It never made contact as Castiel felt the tug around the wrist of his other hand, the touch electric, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"Cas…" Oh, Lord, Dean was calling him by that shortened version of his name, his pleading eyes so soft and green. The prince could already feel his rage dissipate as Dean's hand slid down to his palm "It's alright. That's him. That's my brother."
Time seemed to have stopped for Castiel, or rather crumpled along with his entire being. Could it be? The answer to all of his prayers to keep Dean safe was here, right here, now, ready to save him, to protect him, to take him home. Relief flooded the alpha at the thought that his omega would finally be safe, then a sudden stabbing pain cracked his chest wide open, because no, Dean was not and would never be his omega. When did he even begin to view him in such a manner?
Alas, it was irrelevant, because this was his chance, this was Dean's chance to escape and never return to the place that brought him so much misery, humiliation and pain. Snapping out of his thoughts, Castiel saw that in the moment everyone was looking back at him, awaiting a reaction.
"Benjamin." He said, turning to the guard. He saw Samuel tense, but Castiel dropped his guarded stance, focusing on the order he was about to give. "You take them out of here, make sure they leave unharmed. Stay by their side as long as it takes, but keep them safe and out of sight, you understand?" The guard nodded and their eyes locked again, a strange understanding floating between the two. Castiel would have to say that the guard turned on them, and Benjamin could never return, as long as the king was alive, and they both knew it. It was a big request to make, but Castiel needed to make it. And he had a feeling Benjamin would never hold it against him.
Castiel glanced at the tall alpha, figuring that he probably lied about his Lordship and who he actually was, but it was of no import. His om… Dean told him that Samuel was his brother, that he could be trusted, so Castiel trusted Dean's judgement. Samuel, or whatever his name was, seemed shocked by this turn of events, and still a bit guarded, but nevertheless, he extended his hand towards Dean. Castiel could only hope his om… Dean was fit to run, healthy enough to make it on the road.
The omega seemed to want to say something more, his gorgeous green eyes filled with sorrow as his lips parted in failed attempts to create words. He inched his hand towards his brother, and the alpha took it, more gently than Castiel expected. They slowly moved towards the door, Samuel still vigilant of his surroundings as Benjamin followed in a non-threatening way, while Castiel remained rooted to the spot. Beyond the chamber door lay Gartholomew, unconscious, but clearly still breathing.
Samuel stepped out and Dean was right there, taking the last step towards his freedom and taking Castiel's heart with him too, when the omega suddenly stopped. "Wait!" He said, turned and rushed back to Castiel.
The alpha was so startled he had no time to react as those soft, plump, cherry lips pressed against his, electrifying his entire body, and parted him way too soon. Dean's bright eyes locked with Castiel's blues one last time before his brother pulled him out of the room, leaving Castiel to simply stand there, alone and devastated.